Such roots as I have
are woven into a nest borne with me
from place to place.
Delicate and fiercely capable, both;
It can bear the wild whip-crack of rain
until it passes and meanwhile remember
the cool sun-filled winds that will come
to dry and fresh bless this home
that has grown with me; each braided bit
having told its story, adding to height or girth
or the number of windows and doors.
Windows and doors:
There are more of those now, affording a freedom
of movement within and with-out.
I have learned too
that once set into their jambs,
they can both help keep the rain at bay
while also letting
the light, the light, the light
And the birdsong of neighbors; and
the whispers between moon and comet.
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ